Do something! Stop laze-assing around the house 24/7, playing video games and munching on Cheetos. Define yourself. Pick up an instrument. Learn magic. Read books on a certain subject you mught be interested in. Learn a strategic game, like chess. Draw, sketch, paint. Write, blog, journal. Do something!

Some things I’ve done recently:

  • Write for ARG, Path to Valhalla, personal blog, personal novel, short story projects
  • Self Teaching German and soon learning Italian and maybe Spanish.
  • Discover new bands as I explore different genres of music (Athlete rocks by the way)
  • Learned crochetting to make a knitted beanie.

None of these are exceptionally incredible, but they do make me more interesting, not to mention keep me from getting incredibly bored, fat, lazy, and stupid from rocking out n00bs on Halo 3 all day & night. Get a fucking hobby.

New Guide!

3.2.09

….Probably tomorrow, though maybe the day after. You know how I am with time.

And just to throw down some stuff I’ve been working on:

I’ve been working on my writing in general. I want to be an author, and though writing for you guys is fun, I think there is much more to my talent than I allow myself to use. So I’m exploring it to it’s full extent, writing across various genres and different styles to see what I can really do. God has blessed me with an incredible gift that comes to me with very little effort. Even though I may sit on my intelligence in school, and laze-ass around elsewhere, for some reason I don’t feel like I should be wasteful with this. So, I’ll be opening up a personal blog of mine that I’ve sort of reconfigured to host my various personal writings. I’ll shoot the link to that up with the next guide I guess.

Also, I’ve come up with an incredible idea I’ve deemed “The Mecca”, which is basically an online gathering of different spiritualities meant to help each other reach a plateau in life, or enlightenment. It’s basically P2V, but on a much larger scale, and I want anyone and everyone to write toimprove others’ lives. If you want to write, and it doesn’t even have to really be good, send me a message across whatever messenger, or email me at Njord@live.com
Right now, it’s being hosted at a free wordpress blog like this one, where I’ll add you as an author, but soon i’ll have my own personal website for us to fuck around in.

All for now.
~Njord the Wise

The Quickie #4

30.1.09

Lesbians and Bisexuals do not exist. Beyond “butch” queers and socially inept walking-vaginae, there are no full-blown lesbians. Any bisexual woman will opt for a man rather than a woman any day, no matter what she claims, and therefore is simply a woman that enjoys having orgasms given to her by anyone in particular if she’s desperate enough. If a toy, or a dildo is the main way you get off with another girl, or even used in a sexual encounter with a fellow female companion, then you are not gay.

Butch lesbians have no choice, sine they obviously can’t get men. Usually, their social network is so emasculated, that they just step up to play the part [male] for their female companions until a suitable mate for them comes along.

“Bisexual” men are simply fags/gays that occasionally have sex with girls, if they truly do and if it’s not just a label to get rid of the homosexual stigma since Bis are more tolerated than full-blown fudge-packers, as evidenced throughout many societies, such as Ancient Greece.

You can try to refute me. You’d be wrong, but at least you tried.

The Quickie #3

29.1.09

When someone asks you what you future entails, “Going to college” or “graduating highschool” is not an aspiration. It’s a broad-statement cop-out that shows you have no goals, drive or ambitions. Plan your future to the last detail, and strive for it. If something doesn’t work out, revise and reshoot, but never settle for less than what you deserve.

The Quickie #2

28.1.09

Foreplay is not touching your girlfriend’s boobies before you stick your dick in, if you actually do stick your dick in. It’s the pretense of a sexual encounter. It’s a joke on bumping nasties, a play of knocking boots. If you aren’t alluding to sex, without officially taking it to that level, you’re doing it wrong.